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As an Introvert, How Do I Connect With People? | #ThisGirlEats

friendships , introvert , Lifestyle , personality , personality type , relationships

Sam Lawrie's avatar#ThisGirlEats

The first answer that comes to mind is: force.

I make myself. I have to, otherwise my time on this planet would be a very single, solitary existence and, believe it or not, I actually do have friends. Some, anyway. When I’m having a particularly bad day and just want to banish all communication with the outside world it baffles me how I actually came to make those friends but, nonetheless, they do exist.

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My social circles are relatively small and have always been forced out of situations; work, university, sixth form, etc.. I don’t think I’ve ever made a friend as a result of me optionally putting myself out there through something I’ve chosen to do, like taking up an evening class or striking up conversation with a friendly stranger at a bar.

That’s not to say I can’t form close friendships, or maintain them; okay, I could definitely…

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I didn’t choose the introvert life, it chose me!

adulthood, adulting, anxiety, bipolar, depression, life, mental health, mental illness, recovery, selfcare

vixxyrose's avatarPencil Thoughts

Hey everyone,

Lately, I have been thinking about that funny old thing we call life and all the fun stuff that comes with it. You know what I mean, the heartache, the love, the pain, the laughter, the memories and all the bits in between.

I have been thinking about how introverted I have become and the effect that has had on my life and this is what I wrote:

I drown myself in words and pencils, drawing and writing about my emotions in the hope I don’t have to feel them anymore. I say fuck you to the world around for not accepting me at the same time knowing I have struggled to accept myself also. I am so embedded in my shell, where it is comfortable but lonely as there is only room for one.
Over time the layers have slowly become undone. The layers of shame, anger…

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Good, Better, Best Perfectionism

I feel a compulsive need to be “good” and think only good thoughts, say only good words, and take only good action. And any time something goes poorly in my life, I tell myself I wasn’t good enough and I must have manifested it with some sort of negative thinking, and I must do better.

https://jenniferannbutler.com/2019/10/24/i-sure-hope-my-head-falls-off-and-other-negative-things-that-wont-come-true-just-because-im-saying-them-aloud-or-visualizing-them

Dealing with Anxiety and Overwhelm

life

GPSeow's avatarI’m GP

Life has been pretty rocky and no doubt a lot of times you have those “fuck it” moments where you just wanna quit everything and dig a hole to hide in.

It is not easy when you’re overwhelmed with issues in your life, worse off, you’re in business. Recently i realized that i have issues breathing but my health reports came out fine, nothing was wrong with my lungs, neither my heart. But i just felt that i couldn’t breathe.

I don’t live with my Parents because we had issues for a long time, we still talk but we kept things to a minimum because that is what we all realize is good for us. And right now is one of those times, i want to hug my Dad just to feel that everything will be alright. I am a character of high self-esteem and i never break down, i…

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We all do stupid shit.

adulthood, adulting, anxiety, bipolar, depression, life, mental health, mental illness, recovery

vixxyrose's avatarPencil Thoughts

Hey everyone,

Did I ever tell you that about the time I was in such a rush to get home because I felt like anxiety was closing the world in around me, that I walked up to the wrong house and was trying to open the door with my key for a good few minutes. I can laugh about it now because I must have looked like an idiot cursing at a door that didn’t belong to me ( thank god no one was home). I remember finally realising that I was telling the wrong door to ” fucking open you piece of shit”, I felt like anxiety was going to swallow me whole. I was only one house along, and as soon as I closed my front door, I cried my eyes out. Was I crying over the original anxiety or the new anxiety from trying to get into…

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I STARTED ANOREXIA RECOVERY?!

anorexia nervosa , hospital , mental health , psychiatric , recovery

Naomi Jones's avatarnaomij99

So be honest, nobody really knows, although I think a lot of people can kinda tell… I started eating disorder ‘recovery’. Although I never ever say I’m recovering. I hate the term. Just something personal. And I really don’t want people to say I’m recovering or use the word recovery to me. I prefer to just say I’m doing better with eating disorder stuff.

I’m not overly sure when I started, but it kinda just happened. Being in a relationship helped me a lot, because it meant I was eating with somebody. I find it easier to cook for two people, rather than just myself. And I kinda had this perception in my head of how my boyfriend at the time preferred girls, whether it is true or not I don’t know. But I personally believed he liked people with a bit more weight. So I kinda pressured myself and…

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